Poetry Corner

Published: September 25, 2004 12:00 AM

WHERE IS GOD AT WOOSTER HIGH SCHOOL?By Teresa Hershberger, 17God is always with meNo matter where I am.He's watching and protecting me,with the comfort of his hand.Others may not see him,In places that I tread,But every day he speaks to me,through the people that I meet.I see God in classrooms,Some teachers know him well.To speak of him would break the rules,but his love, so great, shines through.Some feel it's no place for a Christian,Its evils are too great,But look and see, this haven of mine,For what it is to me.A place to learn and grow,Not just in math and science.A place where God is still quite busy;Where his children live in him. IT'S THE LITTLE THINGS THAT MATTERBy Katie Troyer, at 12It's the little things that matter,It's the young people who care,It's the bright blue cloudless sky, And the crisp autumn air.It's the 'hellos' and 'how's it goings'And the 'job well done,'That makes us sparkleAnd shine like the sun.Some people sayIt's the small things that matter,Others say the bigger the better.It's the things that we seeThat make us feel That we can be anything.It's the small things that matterAnd brighten our day,It's the little things thatcount At least that's what some people say.THE DEPARTUREBy Zoe AckermanDedicated to my feline friend Taffywho died on 4/25/04 That fateful day in which you died,I sat on my bed and with tears I cried.Curiosity can pay a fine.But now your soul will restforever in mine. UNTITLEDBy Molly AckermanYou were filled with love, Taffy,Maybe that's why you were so big.And for your heart, Taffy,We had a really big hole to dig.You were very sweet, Taffy,And everybody loved you.We had you forever, Taffy,And we will always miss you.You loved everyone, Taffy,Now there is a big empty space.You'll always be ours,Even though you're Taffy the Late.MY GIRL PALBy Emmalene Rupp, 5My mommy is the bestShe wears pretty dressesShe likes to flyRight up in the skyWhen we play on the beachIt tickles my feetWe joke and laughEven when I take a bathWhen we drive we singAnd listen to 'rott'in roll'My mommyTastes better than salamiMy mommy is the bestMy sweet mommy Tracy Rupp has taken over the poetry column for The Daily Record. She plans to dedicate one column per month to a specific topic. Poetry on "What the Voting Privilege Means to Me" should be submitted by Oct. 9. Also being accepted is poetry on any subject, 20 lines or less. Send poetry to Tracy Rupp, P.O. Box 1799, Wooster, 44691 or e-mail ter9@uakron.edu.